Home Made Bread

My Mothers home made white bread warm from the oven thickly sliced and smothered with rich, creamy butter! Baking scents the air Comfort food Bliss!
For contest 'Eat Me' 8th place
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Brown Avatar
April 11, 2011 at 5:08 AM
Congratulations on your win Emma in John Heck's contest "Eat Me Epulaeryu". Love, Carol
Onclaud Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 8:24 PM
i can smell the fluffy flavor of this piece,emma.. … congrats to you for the greeat win :) huggs, nette
Dietrich Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 2:57 PM
mmmm, one of the tastiest ones here. Congratulations.
Mehta Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 1:26 PM
Congratulations on the eighth place win in the contest, Emma
George   Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 11:35 AM
Ah!!! I remeber it well and dream of it often. Nothing as good. Sensational Epulaeryu, Emma. Many congrats on your top-notch win. Lainie
Sweetheart Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 11:27 AM
Congrats Emma on your super win in this contest luv.. a wonderful delight ..home made white bread.. smell it simmering in the oven now luv..enjoy..
Devonshire Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 11:19 AM
Emma, please send me the recipe. Congratulations on your win in John's contest! Love, Carolyn
Freeman Avatar
April 10, 2011 at 11:10 AM
Cool to see your poem's success in the top ten, Emma. Congratulations on your honored 8th place, Agape, Moses
Mehta Avatar
April 9, 2011 at 12:58 PM
That is what my mother made. Nice food. Emma
Foulk Avatar
April 9, 2011 at 11:55 AM
i have not had lunch yet and here you are witing a poem about home made bread. this was a great piece, very creative and so down home, what could be better than mom's bread baking in the kitchen and that smell it made, i will put this one in my favorites.
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April 9, 2011 at 9:56 AM
Home made bread is the best, and you described it perfectly!
Buckeridge Avatar
April 9, 2011 at 9:22 AM
I smell that warm bread from here! Mmm smells good! Great poem too.
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